Name: Daorsainn (famine, dearth, bondage, slavery)

Faction: Decepticon

Gendertype: Mech

Height: 17' 6"

Alt. Mode: 2006 Ford Mustang Giugiaro Concept

Basic Physical Description: (robot mode) He has an alien face that sports six optics, a muzzle loaded with teeth, that could only be described as a cross between Cloverfield and Sammael. As per the usual and easiest way to transform on earth, the front of his alt mode has broken up to form his chest much like some bastardized combined Barricade/Bumblebee. The Giugiaro's all-glass roof, instead of folding away somewhere, instead splits up into an artistic if not gothic set of broken glass "angels" wings on his back. These are entirely for looks. To counter breaking these so easily, there are points of his back armor that poke out beyond the glass line so his weight rests on them instead of the glass. He is built moderately and modestly, taller and thinner than his slightly uglier Mustang counterpart also played by the same mun, but still in decent strength for a mech of his size. His body is covered in broken up burnt orange panels, which are the outside of his alternate mode. His legs are quad-jointed (hip-stifle-hock-fetlock) and instead of ending in feet with toes, he possesses hooves. Rather than having a rear-leg makup like a horse, however, he would liken more the appearence of a werewolf. Daorsainn possesses two thumbs, and his arms split up the middle to produce four fully functional arms, General Greivous style. All of his fingers are capped with talons.

Description or picture of alt. mode: http://www.dieselstation.com/wallpapers/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept/Ford-Mustang-Giugiaro-Concept-012.jpg

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Personality: Cold, quiet, and lethal. Daorsainn is the type of mech you'd see standing off to the side giving you one of those famous Penance Stares. He is not, however, mute, neither is he emotionless. He is merely quite good at covering up how he feels, and makes it a point to do so. Tending to cover his emotions under this veil, he effectively masks an explosive temper behind his patience, as the only thing he is good at making snap decisions about is fighting. He has trouble making decisions for himself, even small daily ones, and prefers to work for someone.... doing anything. he would rather take direction from someone else. Daorsainn does not respect lower life forms, he barely respects those of his own species unless they have authority. He is also patient, and will give ample warning should he be pestered before striking to kill, as he has no tolerance for being pushed by someone who isn't his master.

History: What once was....

If only Optimus Prime could see him now.

Relentless killer. Skilled assassin. Trained dog of war, and the Decepticons held his leash.

When once, during his youth, Daorsainn had smiled and laughed and shared in Autobot comradery. His name had been Windrush. He'd been a soldier at the Autobot side of the front lines, fighting to preserve the holy nature of the Allspark by denying the Decepticons possession of it. Born into this world, this was all he knew, and that was okay; he liked it. Unfortunately, Windrush's young life was turned upside down the instant the battle of Tyger Pax went wrong. His unit suddenly disappeared, dying around him in a shower of cannonade fire amidst the sound of explosions and screams. Suddenly terrified, it wasn't until several seconds later that the Autobot realized that he was peppered in holes and his computers were screaming warnings to him. The world blurred and smeared, then he saw him.

The shadow had seemed to materialize beside him. Windrush felt that heavy, evil presence more than he'd seen it at first, and looking up, all he saw was the figure that no one wanted to see. Slitted red quadoptics set into a sharp, angular face filled with razorsharp dentiforms, Barricade only stared down at the dying Autobot as the latter wobbled in place, slowly losing his grip on consciousness. Windrush managed to stay awake long enough to see the ghost turn and disappear from the top of the bodypile he'd been standing on.

The rest was a nightmare. Windrush ceased to exist among a cacophony of shrieks and fountains of spilled energon. His captors didn't care about him and did nothing to dull the pain as they bodily opened up his head and began to work on his mind. Memories erased, emotion software skewed, distorted, or even deleted, over the course of weeks the faceless, nameless monsters who pledged themselves to be slaves in the name of science turned Windrush into something he was never meant to be. They changed his mind and changed his body, taking him apart while he shrieked and cried and putting him back together a creature incapable of joy.

When all was finished, they named him [Go'lard, an alienoid word that translated into slave.

And he was. For the remainder of the war, he slaved himself out to his master's wishes, be them of blood or lust. He killed, he assassinated, and he came home to lounge beside his master's chair, content to be spoken to and petted like the dog he was. As the war progressed, he was gradually allowed more and more freedom, but it was drilled into his head that he belonged to Heathen and no one else. Heathen owned him. He was not a person; but a pet.

The entirety of the war went like this, and mostly, Daorsainn and his twisted little 'family' were not part of it. Those he was usually sent to kill were political heads of all kinds and races, aiming to make a buck for his master by collecting on alien bounties. Most organics didn't stand a chance against Cybertronian techonology. They moved from place to place until finally, those who worked under Heathen called on a mutiny and killed him in his sleep. Daorsainn, in turn, destroyed them in a fit of rage and a sick sense of grief for the one constant in his life. With nothing and no one to give him guidance, he began to wander space.

He was drawn to Earth on virtue of following another Cybertronian there. Daorsainn landed in Ireland ad originally took on another alternate form, as well as adopting the all-too appropriate name, which meant "slave" in Gaelic. Swiftly, however, he followed the other signals across the ocean, perusing New York City for a while and picking up his Giugiaro Mustang alternate form at a car show in Detroit. Then he made his way west.

....Never will be.

Weapons:

Melee 1: Flanged mace: http://www.rockportriverterminals.com/Flanged_battle_mace_medium.jpg Self explanatory. Damage: Medium/heavy to medium and light armor, medium/light damage to heavy armor.

Melee 2: Double-bladed war scythe. Designed LIKE this, but NOT EXACTLY LIKE this, Click me, the scythe rests on his back handle-up between his shouldeblades for easy access. The blades themselves are encased in a chamber that allows the blades to remain hot, though not superheated. It glows a sickly dark red around the edges. Also, the dual blades can also fold down to form more of an axe with the outer edges. Medium damage to medium armor.

Long Range Firing 1: Integrated right-arm pulse cannon. The effect of this cannon comes from its name - instead of single shots, the pulse cannon will rapidfire four shots one after the other very quickly, which is where the damage comes from. One single shot of this weapon wouldn't even go through light armor, but all four would equal severe damage. He can fire single shots, double shots, or the rocks-fall-KILL-EVERYTHING four-shot setting, which takes up the most energy.

1 shot setting: Cracks light armor. Medium/Heavy laugh.

2 shot setting: Cracks light armor greatly and first later of innards underneath. Heats medium armor to soften it and scorches heavy.

4 shot setting: Destroys light armor and what's underneath. Penetrates medium armor in two (4-shot setting) pulls of the trigger in the same spot. Penetrates heavy armor in five (4-shot setting) pulls of the trigger in the same spot.

Armor level: Medium